Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Thinking again.


Why do I feel like this is going to be my last couple of years?  Is the specter of doom hanging over my head or am I just having another series of anxiety attacks?  Next Wednesday I’m going to be 54, and the way it works in men,  that means that the first two thirds of my life are over.  I just feel like I have to do something great before I die.  Create something that’s going to be remembered forever, something that’s going to say I was here and I was an artist.  I’ve been working on my artwork and it’s OK, but nothing really strikes me as fantastic.  I just feel like I don’t have enough time, I mostly work and when I get home the only thing that I can do is just defuse the stress.  It’s funny with all the distractions in the world it’s almost impossible to stay focus on your projects.  I can see why a lot a famous artist’s just seal themselves away so they can internalize and get their work out there.  How does a low middle class man get his mind sealed off and get the juices flowing some that the art can come screaming out into existence? I just have to work out a way to concentrate on my work,
I need to get off the grid, 
I need to unplug. 

Monday, August 22, 2016

More Star Wars Assault Figures.

The Full Crew

Sand People

Better Angle Sand People

A closer look
In other news:
Vegfest – Bethlehem

So we did go to Veg-fest in Bethlehem on Saturday.  We got there around 10:45 just before the heat really started going.  We brought $40 bucks in cash thinking that would be enough (We were wrong) Vegan treats was there and we spent $10 on 2 brownies, they were amazing but I kept on flashing back to Vincent Vega and the $5 Shake from Pulp Fiction.  The rest of the food was amazing including a Vegan Grilled Cheese and Falafel.  

There was a NYC food truck there but the line was insane and Paula and I wanted their food but the crazy heat and the $13.50 price tag for their sandwiches was just too much.  We donated a huge amount of our allowance to Animal sanctuaries that were there including a Beagle and Pig Saving group.  After three hours my poor little redheaded, Pale, Gothy, Wife started to melt so we got Ice Coffees and went home.  

Not a bad trip, but maybe they should move that to October?  Just saying….

Monday, August 15, 2016

More Blood Rage figures completed and some Star Wars Assault

The last band from the Box set.

Beware the woman scorned...

A female warband of man killers
Heavy Troopers completed 

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Thoughts and thoughts....

The past bubbles up like a tar pit to drag me down once again, why can’t I just let go of the past?  I’m always rethinking what I should have done, that I should have had an action plan of some sort.  I’m always running down the road of “what if” ideas.  It’s too late, it’s all done, just get on with your life.  I have to remember that I have three beautiful children who are amazing adults.  

That I am still alive even though most of the people I knew in the ghetto are dead or in Prison.  That I have achieved more than my parents before me.  But I’m barely making a leaving now, I’m supporting myself, my wife, and four cats on my salary.  I’m just living paycheck to paycheck and kind of just surviving day to day.  So did I win this game of life I am leading? Yes, I think so, I did the family thing and nobody died.  

Even though I really never took care of myself I’m still kicking, I have an amazing wife who loves me and takes care of me, so that’s what’s really important.  But Lately I’ve been feeling like a real loser and I hate that.  I just want provide my small family with the best life I can and I feel like that’s not happening right now.  Hence the traveling back to the past where I stay in school, where I take those good jobs, where I take my art seriously, Ugh my head just keeps on spinning. 

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

LUKE CAGE!

Looking good! Like the nod to the classic headband and wristbands, then just moving on. Updated for the 21st Century!

Monday, August 8, 2016

Messing around the art studio…


Messing with some paints today, just completed this fast painting as a gift to a very nice Customer Service person from Chipotles.  She requested a dolphin and I have never painting one in my whole life.  Well here you go a classic dolphin painting.
Close up
  

Thursday, August 4, 2016

It was really boring at work until the orcs came.

 Hold on, let me back up a bit, my name is James and I work at the most boring computer job in the world.  I don’t mind working on computers, but the phone sales are killing me.  It’s Thursday and I am just sitting here waiting for the day to end so I can catch a movie premier at 6 pm. Taking call after call and droning on about products I could care less about.

 It’s hard not to day dream when you have a job like this, but today was different, my day dream kind of became real.  Mindlessly typing on the computer I had a vision of a flash of light and a great hole opening in the office wall. My fellow coworkers reacted with fear at the expanding light door and started to leave their cubicles for the relative safety of the stairway.  I on the other hand was looking with wonder at the doorway waiting for the first creature to arrive, and boy did it make a splash.  A seven foot tall monstrosity covered in furs and leathers sporting a huge battle-axe.

That pretty much did it for the floor, people started screaming and running for the stairs.  Tripping over themselves as they tried to escape the unknown horror of the coming Orc Horde.  Some of my co-workers, the Gamers stared at the Orcs and knew what they were. Blinking and rubbing their eyes trying to figure out if it was a hallucination or just in their minds.

That pretty much stopped when the first person was gutted and lifted off the ground screaming, the Orcs making their first kill. It was at this point that I also ran…. I was really hoping this was something I drank….

Friday, July 22, 2016

A small note to the Cosmos, a small thank you to a lost friend.

Jeff at his store in NYC
The late Professor Jeffrey Nachamie was my real father.  I was not the child of his loins; I was one of the many children he saved in the NYC ghetto.  Back in the early seventies I was lost and alone, wandering the streets of New York with no place to go.  My home and Neighborhood was such a horror show that I would leave the confines of Spanish Harlem to walk the streets of lower Manhattan in relative safety. During one of these travels I discovered a very curious Toy store, it was called General Lee Fun and it was run by Jeffrey.   I walked among the racks of old toys, comic books, and movie posters.  Jeff was kind of scary, but he had this big smile that soon had me smiling too.  I can remember him to this day; he was wearing a sweatshirt with some Japanese writing on it, reading a Doc Savage Pulp Novel and eating a sandwich.  He looked at me strangely as I looked like a small time thief at the time, but he was friendly and at the end of the day we talked about Star Wars and Micronauts.  I left to walk back home and never went back, I didn’t know it then but my Mom was moving us to Brooklyn.

Jeff with a collectible toy 


Years went by and I was going to high school in the East village and one day I was walking around looking at the shops when I came across another Toy Store, it had collectible toys, posters, and to my delight Jeffrey!  At the time Jeff didn’t remember me, I was now in my late teens.  I had grown to be a towering young man and had learned a few things about life over the years.



Jeff and I became great friends, after school I worked at his store, I joined his Judo club, and I even was hired by him when he started his own Health food store.  Jeffrey introduced me to his friends, including Marc and Roberta Grabler, and through them I found a whole host of friends.  It was because of these mutual friendships that I was able to escape the ghetto, learn about art and music, learned about being a good person, and finally became the good man and father that I am today.


Jeff and Junko at my Halloween party circa :1980s NYC


I lost track of Professor Jeffrey Nachamie over the years, having a family of my own and leaving New York City.  From what I understand he moved to Japan, took a wife and had a son.  He started the INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL HAMAMATSU where he spent his final years doing what he did best, helping children.

God Bless you Jeffrey Nachamie.

I hope you have reached your deserved paradise.

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